“...Memories of porn”

 

Decades ago, my arts comrades and I wondered if there a way to do erotica that didn't hurt people.  I mean the template then as now comes from when it was mostly illegal. So the Mob produced it all. In other words, generations were given as a sensual model the Mafia's idea of sex. Which is akin to autopsy pictures. 

So I proposed my first take on porn. As a lad of 11 or so I'd see this stuff on newsstands. I thought the pictures were taken by the people in it. The women themselves took the pictures, and wrote the articles interspersed. At the time this seems a plausible explanation for the whole thing. Naked lady zines by ladies.

That this would be lesbian media and the implication there could be guy equivalents didn’t occur to me...yet. 

Anyway, ladies doing their own sex zines. Producing editing all that to counter what was going on. This in da 70′s...20 years ahead of its time. When we proposed this to one of the skin-rags they thought we was fucking nuts. 

They said, “fuck no!” and kicked us out. 

By this time it was the mid--1970's so I began to self-publish gay comic strips and deranged sweaty rants about freedom and being left da fuck alone to live our lives and stuff. Which was great fun.